A poem for everyone missing someone over the holidays
| The gentle love of yesterday|
runs down your cheek and lands on your plate.
The memories of time past
shimmers in windows of your soul.
To have, to hold, to gently console.
A thousand things I'd say and do
If just for a single minute on this special day
I'd get to hold you.
Relax and enjoy, we still have yesterday,
and a billion tomorrows to do.
I'm just a bit late today, my love.
Though you cannot see, or hear me
and my touch goes through,
I am right here beside you.